Double-checking his inventory. Small knife, his favorite scalpel. A bottle of ether that he uses to stifle small critters to a painless demise. Two rings, one with false poison, one with realistic death. He ponders the weighty armband - a wrist cuff for others, but his are too narrow, that proclaimed him as a Pillar. His phone. A dose of the slowing poison antidote from Brogan, if he had one to spare... and a small bag of dice. Little enough. Oh, and one lovely lady spider, swinging from a strand of his hair.
He offers the armband to DeVere. "Hold this for me, if you would? No need to draw down ire on Rivervale if I'm caught. The phone I can wipe at a touch if needed, but may come in handy.
